OkhiIknowihaven'tupdatedthisinlikeagesandI'mlikereallysorryIhadreallybadwritersblockbutIhopeyoucanforgiveme
Courfeyrac: R, I haven't seen you in like, AGES. Where are you?
Grantaire: Little busy. Sorry :)
Courfeyrac: …
Grantaire: I'm with Enjolras-and-them-lot
Courfeyrac: Dude, why are you doing this?
Courfeyrac: You're chasing after some fantasy Grantaire. What you're living with Enjolras, it's not real. It will never be real.
Grantaire: So you're saying love isn't real?
Courfeyrac: It's NOT LOVE
Grantaire: Piss off.
Oxo
"I don't understand why you care so much about me." Enjolras said, looking up at the sky. Grantaire and Enjolras sat on a hillside in the park. Every day, Grantaire would take Enjolras somewhere different. It made him happy.
"I care about you because I love you."
"Well, I've just met you…feels kind of weird to be honest." Enjolras smirked. "But I don't know…you seem like a guy I'd want to be with. For obvious reasons I can't say I love you, but, I like you."
Grantaire chuckled. "You already said I love you. Yesterday."
"Really?" Grantaire nodded. "I kind of wish I met you a day before the accident…"
Grantaire laughed. "Yeah, I know what you mean."
Oxo
Combeferre was in bed when he heard the doorbell ring. He groaned in annoyance. For once in his life, he actually had the opportunity to sleep in until twelve. "Jean! Get the door, would you."
Jehan sat on the sofa watching television. "Huh?"
"Get. The. Door."
Jehan rolled his eyes and stood up from the sofa. He skipped over to the door and pulled it open. No one was there, but a small letter was placed on the door mat. Jehan scooped it up. It was addressed to Enjolras. He debated whether or not he should open it or not. In the end, his curiosity took over.
Dear, J. Enjolras,
My name is Harry Courfeyrac, and yes, I am aware of your disorder, and I am genuinely sorry for you, however, that's not why I've sent this letter. The reason why I'm writing this is because it has come to my attention that you are killing Grantaire. He seems to be living in a fantasy world where he thinks he can live in a healthy relationship with you. You're basically holding him back from doing great things. I don't mean to sound rude, but I don't think it's a good idea for you to be seeing him anymore. The longer you keep this up, the more severed the consequences will be. I think it'd be best if you just ended it now than later.
With all due respect,
H. Courfeyrac.
Jehan read through the letter and bit his lip. "'Ferre!"
"I'm sleeping."
Jehan murmured something under his breath and walked into Combeferre's room. He threw a pillow at him, making him jump. "Dude!"
"Combeferre, look at this letter." Jehan handed Combeferre the letter. Combeferre fumbled for his glasses and then put them on to read the letter. After he finished he sighed.
"Dear god…"
"What are we supposed to do?"
Combeferre shrugged and sat up. "Who is this guy anyway?"
"A friend of Grantaire's presumably." Jehan said. "What are we supposed to do with the letter?"
Combeferre hummed. "Not sure. It'd be morally wrong to keep it from him; then again, if we give it to him then Enjolras would surely end it with Grantaire…maybe it's for the best."
"What? No, our lives have been great ever since Grantaire came along!" Jehan protested.
Combeferre shook his head. "Well…if you think about it, the letter is kind of right. It's not like Grantaire and Enjolras are going to ever be able to get married and settle down. It would never work. In a way, it is just a fantasy."
Jehan pouted. "But…I don't want to hurt Enjolras."
Combeferre raised an eyebrow. "It doesn't matter Jehan. By tomorrow, he won't even remember the guy."
"What about Grantaire? We can't just tell him to stop coming here. He'd never agree to that."
"I know…that's why we have to give Enjolras the letter. If they're going to break it off, Enjolras has to be the one to tell him."
Jehan sighed. "Man…Enjolras is always so happy with Grantaire…I knew it was too good to last."
Oxo
The next day, Grantaire went over to Enjolras' house as usual, but he was acting really weird. Of course, he'd already read that letter. For the first time in his life, Enjolras actually felt a little bit awkward. Grantaire stood at his doorstep, like he did every day, only today, Enjolras had something to say. "…were we seeing each other?"
"Kind of, I mean, yeah. I guess." Grantaire replied to the odd question. Usually Enjolras didn't ask about these things, he just went with it…he could tell something wasn't right.
"…Then, I don't think…with my condition…I can't do this."
"Do what?"
"It's not healthy for a guy like me to be dating anyone. I'm sorry, but…"
Grantaire blinked his eyes. "You're breaking up with me?" Enjolras shrugged. "Why now?"
"You seem like a really nice guy and I don't want to destroy your life. Trust me, its better this way." Enjolras said, fiddling with his fingertips, something Grantaire knew he only did when he was nervous.
"Enjolras…what's wrong with you today? I thought…I thought we had a connection."
"Well, that's the problem. I don't know who you are." Enjolras said, harshly. "I'm going to take your parts of the video tape out, so I won't remember you tomorrow."
Grantaire shook his head. "Don't do this…please."
Enjolras stood there, silent. He then placed a light kiss on his cheek and smiled. "You'll forget about me soon enough. Bye Grantaire."
Enjolras walked inside and closed the door. "No…no I won't…I'll never forget you."
Xxx
I think next chapter is the last. I could be wrong though. Eh.